You're my guardian angel, Abbey," she said as she climbed into the car."No, not really, Sam. I'm just a messenger.""But that’s what angels are. That’s how God says, 'I'm here, and it's going to be all right.

He cracked his crooked smile that made all women swoon except the ones who wanted to slap him. Faye was a fence-sitter on the subject.

Abbey relaxed, grateful not only that someone had thought to throw a party for her, but that she had been able to escape attending.

I can't settle for merely liking a man when I've known what it’s like to love one.